“Oh, my God,” she said, “did you just smell me?”
“Yes, and you smell so fucking good, baby,” he growled. He was going to make a meal of her, and Aliza would be shouting out his fucking name in no time flat.
He parted her legs, and she didn’t hesitate to let him. He licked his way through her folds, paying special attention to her sensitive clit as she shamelessly rode his mouth. For a woman with no experience, she seemed to know what to do when he made her feel good. She shouted out his name until she was hoarse, and when he couldn’t take another second of not being inside her, he flipped her back on top of him, allowing her complete control.
“Why did you do that?” she stuttered.
“Because I want to watch you while you ride my cock. This way, you have complete control over what you want and how you want it. Just take your time, and take what you need from me, Aliza,” he breathed. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to withstandher taking her fucking time with him, but he didn’t want to rush her.
Aliza carefully hovered over his erection, and when she started to lower herself onto him, inch by excruciating inch, he nearly lost himself inside of her before they even got started. His cock was screaming at him to push himself all the way inside of her, but that wasn’t how he wanted this to go. He promised her all the control, and he’d give her just that, no matter how much it might kill him to do so.
When she finally sat herself completely on him, she cried out and stilled. He held onto her as though he was holding her steady. “You okay?” he breathed.
“I just need a second,” she whispered back. “Are you okay?”
He smiled up at her, brushing back a strand of her hair with his hand, and stroked her face. “Don’t worry about me,” he breathed.
She nodded and bit her bottom lip, moving her hips ever so slightly. He groaned and grabbed onto her hips, wanting to control her movement, but stopping himself. “I think you should show me how to do this. I’m ready,” she whispered. “It doesn’t hurt as much anymore.”
“Well, you just move,” he explained. “Like you just were. That was perfect.” She gifted him with her shy smile and moved her hips again, making him moan out her name. She was a natural at taking what she wanted from him and giving him exactly what he needed in return.
“Just like that, baby,” he crooned. He dug his fingers into her fleshy hips and helped her to move, setting a rhythm that had him coming deep inside of her in no time. It had been a damn long time since he had a woman in his bed, but he knew that he’d have more time with Aurora to do all the things he wanted to teach her.
“Tell me that you’re mine, baby,” he said, as he lost himself in her body.
“I’m yours,” she moaned, following him over the edge and collapsing on top of his body.
She nuzzled his neck, making him chuckle. “Was that okay?” she asked.
“If it were any more okay, honey, I’d be dead right now. You were perfect,” he admitted.
“Well, I think that I might need more practice,” she teased, wiggling her ass in his hands as he held her close.
“I think that I can arrange lots of practice sessions for you, baby, but first, I think that we need food.” Elias playfully swatted her ass, making her yelp and giggle.
“Food sounds good to me,” she agreed. She dipped her head to gently kiss his lips. “Thanks for being patient with me, and for being my first.”
“You never have to thank me for that, honey. Hell, I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.”
“So, where are you going to take me for breakfast?” she asked. “Because I hate to tell you this now, but I’m not a very good cook.” He chuckled, settling back into the pillows with Aliza curled against his side, and her head tucked beneath his chin. Elias held her there, his heart full in a way he hadn’t known it could be.
“I’m good with going out, and for the record, I can cook, so I have that covered for us,” he said. Calling them an “Us” wasn’t as foreign-sounding as he thought it might be. He actually liked the sound of them being an “Us”.
He wasn’t sure what was around the corner for them, but whatever came next, he knew one thing with certainty—this wasn’t just desire. What was happening between them was something real, and he wasn’t sure that he’d ever be able to let her go now.
Aliza
Breakfast felt strange, but in the best way. Aliza sat across from Elias in a quiet little diner, sunlight spilling through the window and warming the space between them. Her body still felt loose and heavy in that soft, afterglow way she didn’t quite know how to describe yet. Her hair was pulled into a messy knot; her cheeks warmed every time Elias looked at her like she was something precious instead of something fragile.
She stirred sugar into her coffee, trying not to smile too much as she remembered the way that he woke her this morning. “Do you always look this pleased with yourself in the morning?” she teased.
“Only when I wake up next to someone amazing,” he said easily. “Which, for the record, hasn’t happened in a damn long time, honey.”
Her heart felt like it was doing a flip-flop in her chest. Every time he said things like that to her, she felt those damn butterflies that she had when she had a crush on a boy back in high school, and he happened to look her way. Elias made her feel like a lovesick schoolgirl, and she had a feeling that wasn’t going to change any time soon—not that she wanted it to.
She ducked her head, pretending to focus on her mug. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet you’re still here,” he teased.
